Mauschwitz

My mouse problem in the Fortress of Solitude 2.0 has officially turned into an obsession.

I'm even tempted to get this pricey Nazi death machine. (Watch the video with audio.)

My floors are lined with glue-boards and glue-traps.

I've gotten a Black & Decker sonic repelling device, despite mixed testimonials from various sources.

It's an all-out warzone.

Like something out of a cartoon or maybe a Creepshow segment.

I really would like to be able to afford a better apartment in the next year. This is pissing me off.